Moving back to the familiar master bedroom, the large bed neatly laid out with two sets of pillows and blankets, the bedside table cluttered with Jiang He's hairbands, charger, and other miscellaneous items, and a corner clothes rack displaying several white panties and bras, exuding a girlish charm...
Xu Qing suddenly realized he had been careless.
Moving in rashly, it seemed there would be many awkward moments, and on this matter, he had zero experience.
He had never lived with someone before.
Jiang He seemed to be oblivious to everything, having simply turned off the lights and tossed Xu Qing onto the bed the night before, saving a lot of trouble.
At the crack of dawn, Jiang He was fiddling with her hair while holding a book, playing with it all morning.
"This, 'a stick of one chi, you take half each day, it will never run out'? How can this be possible?"
